Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.